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Leudemanns-On-The-River.

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Toward even, when the day leans down          To kiss the upturned face of night,     Out just beyond the loud-voiced town          I know a spot of calm delight.     Like crimson arrows from a quiver          The red rays pierce the waters flowing,          While we go dreaming, singing, rowing     To Leudemanns-on-the-River.     The hills, like some glad mocking-bird,          Send back our laughter and our singing,     While faint - and yet more faint is heard          The steeple bells all sweetly ringing.     Some message did the winds deliver          To each glad heart that August night,          All heard, but all heard not aright,     By Leudemanns-on-the-River.     Night falls as in some foreign clime,          Between the hills that slope and rise.     So dusk the shades at landing-time,          We could not see each other's eyes.     We only saw the moonbeams quiver          Far down upon the stream! that night          The new moon gave but little light     By Leudemanns-on-the-River.     How dusky were those paths that led          Up from the river to the hall.     The tall trees branching overhead          Invite the early shades that fall.     In all the glad blithe world, oh, never          Were hearts more free from care than when          We wandered through those walks, we ten,     By Leudemanns-on-the-River.     So soon, so soon, the changes came.          This August day we two alone,     On that same river, not the same,          Dream of a night for ever flown.     Strange distances have come to sever          The hearts that gaily beat in pleasure,          Long miles we cannot cross or measure -     From Leudemanns-on-the-River.     We'll pluck two leaves, dear friend, to-day.          The green, the russet! seems it strange     So soon, so soon, the leaves can change!          Ah me! so runs all life away.     This night-wind chills me, and I shiver;          The Summer-time is almost past.          One more good-bye - perhaps the last     To Leudemanns-on-the-River.

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